Mrs. Spicy is on bed rest with 2 embryos for company for the next day and a half. She agreed to allow me, Mr. Spicy, to try my hand at posting my very first blog. Please bear with me.
It has been an amazing and crazy ride and she has diligently and creatively covered the pertinent details... She's a tough act to follow but I'll do my best to cover today's events in my own Spicy way. Before I get too far I want to say thanks to you - this amazing community that has followed our journey virtually and made a small place for us in your hearts.
Today began at 4am because we had a few things to do besides the normal shower. We prayed together silently becauses sometimes silence works a bit better. She also had me light this stick of marajuana smelling herb called "moxa", given to us by her accupuncturist, and then move it slowly over her belly. Ok, I never thought I'd be moving a burning stick of herbs over my wife's belly at 5am in the morning because I have, or she has, some small hope that it's going to contribute to getting her "aligned" and therefore increase our chances of pregnancy. I thought the nurses at the center would think we were a cute pothead couple until I got into the elevator after checking in and hit the cloud of moxa left by another couple. Who knows how many people in my past I've labeled as potheads when really they were just a couple trying to get pregnant?
They gave her a valium and after 15 minutes she thought it was the BEST idea. She remembered how wonderful I really am and started to tell me about it in detail. It was great.
Before they brought in the embryos they gave us the report. Two grade AA blastocysts - perfect. There were a few stragglers that would probably make it to the freezer as well. Then they wheeled in the embryos and let us see them on a flat screen. I'm staring at what could be our two babies in 9 mos on a 19 inch flat screen. The lights were dim and it was... holy. Mrs. Spicy blurted out, "They're beautiful!" and the doctor said, "You're saying that out of emotion but it's true." Hovering there illuminated, vulnerable with so much that could be, two little beginnings. It is impossible not to hope.
Everything went well and now Mrs. Spicy is next to me asking for juice with her feet up on pillows and a stack of videos next to her. She's feeling a bit uncomfortable because she's not one to lay in bed all day and she's sore.
Thanks for all your good thoughts, and for taking the time to be with us here.